Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Another attempt in abstract story writing....
Saw your text. Took a week off from work on false pretext. Tried to be as joyful as possible. Roamed under hot sun, dusted odd corners of home for hundredth time, read through the most tiresome books just to doze off to sleep without burdening myself from any thoughts. Listed hundred of things to be happy for. Tried to list the dreams and aims I had held dear to my heart but strangely couldnt list even one anymore. Listed hundred of reasons to not waste my tears.Was in the company of people whose primary aim in life is to pamper me. Went through every possible memoirs of happy days and lovely memories. Indulged myself in exquisite shows of luxury,  mind boggling intellectual discussions, every possible notions of rationalism and tangible hardships in life. Finally threw my pride enough to accept what I feel and surrender the anguish and pain to the holy power. Gathered little strength to show my weakness and shed few tears hoping for a better tomorrow.But still my heart and mouth whispers a silent prayer to never get up again while going to bed at night. Still my heart hopes that bus running in road will be kind enough to rush towards me and crush me.

If I were honest this would have been my reply when you text me "How are you doing? Wassup?".after a week.  But instead I choose to reply "Fine :)" Hmmm...Had you called or met me my honest reply would have been a great smile and a cheerful  fine. Because all I need is to see that twinkle in your eyes or atleast to hear that happy excitement in your voice  confirming your joy and pride. That is all I need to replace the pain and emptiness with joy and bliss. Your voice with excitement and eyes with that twinkle. And that is why I insist you on inviting me for your marriage in person or in phone.

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